The red
In my socks
Are damaged
Clouds.

Especially
The more
Ruined end
Of the couch.

Early March
Fills
the mouth
Of the sun
With the craters
Of being.

I spent all morning
With
A trilogy of daises.

The
Galaxy
In my ears.

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